Time flies by, and it has been twenty-one days since Han Feng became an apprentice at the Northern Spirit Talisman Hall.
After a period of hard training, he finally mastered the Qi Holding Palm. Just yesterday, he successfully fired a palm. It was so powerful that it left a shallow mark on the wall of the practice room and caused the entire practice room to shake. He got up, but he regained his composure in an instant, which is also remarkable. It should be noted that all the walls in this stone house are blessed by formations. They cannot be broken without tens of thousands of kilograms of force. He can shake, let alone this palm. The strength of five or six thousand kilograms.
This morning, after Han Feng finished his exercises and adjusted his breath, he came to the Talisman Making Room again.
After this period of training, he has become more aware of various changes in spiritual power, and his control of techniques and intensity has become more mature. His production rate has increased to 50%. During his rest period, he remembered There are nearly a hundred copper-colored talisman papers and hundreds of boxes of talisman ink, but he only has about one-third of the spiritual materials left in his hand. He can only wait until next month when the talisman paper and talisman ink are handed in to collect them. One batch.
After some quiet contemplation, Han Feng began to cook it.
This time he seemed to be in good condition, with all his techniques skillful, fast and stable.
Not long after, the lid of the first furnace was opened, and a flash of silver light suddenly burst out. The spiritual light was so grand that Han Feng's remaining talismans hidden in the sea of souls loomed out, and he seemed to be alarmed.
Han Feng was astonished. During this time, he had spent a lot of time summoning the remaining talisman, but no matter how hard he tried, the other party never showed up, which completely ruined his idea of trying to pry into its secrets. Unexpectedly, This time the other party actually reacted.
Han Feng took a look inside the furnace with great curiosity. There was a shining silver talisman paper floating on the clear water, as well as two shining copper talisman papers.
"It turned into a silver talisman!" Han Feng exclaimed.
The level of silver talisman paper is higher than that of copper talisman paper, and the production rate is very low, but it is extremely important for talisman masters. It can improve their success rate of drawing talismans. It is several times better than copper talisman paper. If there are a lot of them If the silver talisman paper is squandered by the talisman masters, their skills in drawing talismans will also improve rapidly. After all, the more successful they are, the more successful they will be. This is a trend!
Han Feng immediately threw away his distracting thoughts, quickly reached out to pick up the talisman paper, carefully put it into the long wooden box he prepared early in the morning, and then continued to brew the talisman ink with this furnace of spiritual water.
I don't know whether it was because the appearance of the silver talisman paper absorbed a large amount of spiritual power from the previous spiritual materials. The talisman ink finally condensed from this furnace of spiritual water was less than half, and only a jade stone box was filled.
Han Feng was so happy that he sat down cross-legged and meditated, silently running the Soul-nurturing Technique unique to the Spirit Talisman Palace, gradually restoring his nearly exhausted soul power.
It was not until noon that he recovered. After eating the lunch brought by the handyman disciple, without saying a word, he started the furnace again, as if he wanted to take advantage of the good luck of the day to brew more silver talismans.
Unfortunately, contrary to expectations, he only produced four pieces of copper-colored talisman paper in this batch, which was slightly inferior to the five pieces he had produced some time ago.
"Hey, it seems we can't force it." Han Feng sneered and stopped trying. He went back to his room to meditate to recover his exhausted soul power.
In the next seven or eight days, Han Feng continued to cook talisman paper, but failed to make any breakthroughs. One batch per day, the output rate was stable at 50%, and no silver talisman paper appeared again.
Time passed quickly, and one month was up. Han Feng got up early in the morning, packed more than 130 copper-colored talisman papers and more than 130 boxes of talisman ink in cloth bags and rushed to Wanzhi Building after practicing.
The Wanzhi Building is located in the northwest corner of Lingfu Palace. It is more than ten feet high and covers an area of more than ten acres. It is full of golden light, like a golden bowl. When Han Feng arrived here, a large number of apprentices had gathered outside, and they all came to hand in the talisman paper and talisman ink. At this moment, there were six long queues waiting to enter the Wanzhi Building.
Han Feng acted very low-key and silently walked to a long queue on the left to wait.
"Junior Brother Han, you are here too." Suddenly, Mu Ziya's voice sounded from the front of the team.
Han Feng raised his eyes and saw that Mu Ziya was three or four people ahead of him, waving to him.
"Good morning, Senior Brother Mu." Han Feng quickly saluted with his fists clasped.
"I didn't expect you to come here in the first month. It seems that you have successfully made the talisman paper. There are a lot of them in the bag. How many were made in total?" Mu Ziya smiled slightly and glanced at him. He asked casually with the cloth bag in his hand.
Han Feng didn't know how to answer for a moment. When he was about to speak, someone behind Mu Ziya snatched him and said: "It turns out he is a newcomer. In a month, it would be good if he can succeed three or five times. How many more can he have in his bag?" I'm afraid it's a waste product. Please note that even if it is a waste product, it must be brought back and returned to the sect. Only a 5% corrosion rate is allowed, otherwise it will be investigated."
"That's right, I think I, Bai Caixiu, am extremely talented. In the first month, I only made eighteen pieces of talisman paper and nineteen boxes of talisman ink. This little brother doesn't seem to have much qualifications. He can produce only three or five pieces." That's pretty good, hehe." A handsome young man standing in the second position in front of Han Feng continued.
"So it's Junior Brother Mu. You are a genius. After six months of training, you can now increase the production rate to 30%?" The big man who was rushing to speak just now asked Bai Muxiu with his eyes lit up.
"Hey, you'll know later." Bai Muxiu raised his eyebrows and said confidently.
"Haha, I'll just wait and see." The big man's eyes narrowed slightly, then he laughed loudly.
Han Feng smiled bitterly after hearing their unscrupulous words, and it was even harder to answer.
Seeing his expression, everyone thought that his performance was probably worse. Mu Ziya quickly comforted him: "Junior Brother Han, it's okay, God rewards hard work. When I first came here the year before last, I only succeeded five times in the first month, brewing six talisman papers and six boxes of talisman ink, but Now it is possible to succeed in every furnace. Although the success rate is mostly maintained at the 10% level and rarely occurs at 20%, persistence will still pay off. In addition, the time for handing in the talisman paper once a month will last for a period of time. Five days is not only a small competition between our apprentices, but also a good opportunity for our apprentices to communicate with each other and learn from each other. You must seize today and learn more from Junior Brother Bai, he is a genius."
"Yeah, I understand. Thank you, Senior Brother Mu, for your advice." Han Feng nodded and thanked Mu Ziya.
"Since we are destined to meet here and Senior Brother Mu has spoken again, let me give you some advice." Bai Caixiu glanced at Han Feng and said calmly.
Han Feng naturally responded with a smile and said nothing more.
"Hey, the door is open!" The big man behind Mu Ziya suddenly shouted.
Sure enough, the several-foot-wide door of Wanzhilou creaked and slowly opened, and two apprentices dressed as Taoist boys came out of the door. They seemed to be the ones in charge of order.
Only then did everyone stop talking and slowly walked into the Wanzhi Tower.
The hall on the first floor of Wanzhilou is extremely wide, several feet high, and can accommodate thousands of people at the same time. In addition to a staircase on each side that winds up to the second floor, there is also a long stone table in the center, with The antique tea table is filled with steaming clouds and the aroma of tea is overwhelming. There is a rosewood chair behind it, and a handsome young man in purple is sitting on it, drinking tea alone.
